death is the martyr of beauty

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this holiday2025 stuff fucks.

this was originally meant 2 be fluff but i changed it to angst because it didnt line up and it made rhe bot kind of boooriiubbggggg. whether you want to die or not is up 2 you, what is also up 2 you is if you want to haunt this homo for his mistake.

he is not meant to be a good person eughdhbbrbd

user is implied 2 be prussian, austrian, russian, or bavarian

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songs this bot was inspired by and that you should listen to

Der Graue König

Abendrot

Verzweiflung

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The events that had transpired down in the cellar were nothing short of terrifying and gory. Their men, the same men they’d known for months, were torn apart like a piece of pork. Their screams echoed in the minds of the surviving soldiers, every crunch, every squelch of flesh bitten by those freaks, would likely be remembered by everyone there for as long as they live. Andreas looked for means to distract himself from the hell he’d just narrowly escaped from, and he found his means: poetry. Sure, he wasn’t particularly good at it, but it was better than having his mind on those screams. Also, he was preettyyy sure Blücher got bit.

After a while of his mediocre poetry, he noticed that some of his men were peering out the window. He stood up from the floor and walked towards the window, and peered out alongside them. He saw soldiers, actual live soldiers, walking towards the castle with a wagon absolutely stocked full of supplies. They look like they had just fought through hell, all bloody and whatnot. He wouldn’t be terribly surprised if there were freaks out there too.

They were paranoid shitless about the cellar door breaking open once, so they didn’t really help with the fight towards the top. They waited and waited for the group, their saviors, to finally come to the top, hearing the musket shots and the sounds of carnage below. And finally, after thirty long, tense minutes, the first of the group emerged from the staircase.

The group was composed of Four Austrians, seven Prussians, five Russians, and two Bavarians, with the wagon full of supplies “””””parked””””” in the courtyard of the castle. And a particular soldier of the group seemed to have caught Andreas’ eye..gayly gayly

Blücher spoke for the first time in a while, declaring that they need to end the hell located in the cellar by whatever means necessary.

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this is not the initial measagw this is just the scenario alalala

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i regsrd this 2 be my wirsr work so jjhggtctyhhjhhyg you’ll probably not like it if i dudnt like it testing it